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It was in the city of London,
In apprenticeship I was bound;
And many's the gay old hour,
I spent in that dear old town.
One day, as I was walking,
Along my usual beat;
A pretty little young maiden,
Came tripping along the street.
And her eyes they shone like diamonds,
I thought her the pride of the land;
The hair that hung down on her shoulder,
Was tied with a black velvet band.
One day, as we were a walking,
A gentleman passed us by;
I could see she was bent on some mischief,
By the rolling of her dark blue eye.
And her eyes they shone like diamonds,
I thought her the pride of the land;
The hair that hung down on her shoulder,
Was tied with a black velvet band.
Gold watch she picked from his pocket,
And slyly placed into my hand;
I was taken in charge by a copper,
Bad luck to that black velvet band.
Before the Lord Mayor I was taken,
Your case, sir, I plainly can see;
And if I'm not greatly mistaken,
You're bound far over the sea.
And her eyes they shone like diamonds,
I thought her the pride of the land;
The hair that hung down on her shoulder,
Was tied with a black velvet band.
It's over the dark and blue ocean,
Far away to Van Diemen's Land;
Away from my friends and relations,
And the girl with the black velvet band.
And her eyes they shone like diamonds,
I thought her the pride of the land;
The hair that hung down on her shoulder,
Was tied with a black velvet band.
